Writersblocky
by
David Sadegh
'Twas
Wednesday and the writer's group
Did
shlump and shimmy from the bar;
Their
backpacks pluff with empty spirals,
And
reams of themes with which to start.
"Beware
the writer's block, my friend!
The
void that kills creative thought!
Beware
distraction, waste, and sloth,
The
fabber's mib, the smoker's hack!"
He
took his ballpoint pen in hand,
Straight
to a bright café he walked;
Then
ordered he a ballou demi,
And
sat awhile in thought.
And
as in neppy thought he sat,
The
writer's block, with grimp absurd,
Had
paralyzed him just like that --
He
couldn't write a word!
And
then! One two! And through and through
The
ballpoint pen went snicker-snack!
He
plagerized something he knew
And
forced himself on track.
"You
have to beat the writer's block,
A
numph to some, but not so prue;
Keep
writing, even if it's snark
To
fank a brand new word or two!"
'Twas
Wednesday and the writer's group
Did
strut and hasten to the bar
With
notebooks jammed with glamdy verse
To
toast, in thanks, their lucky stars.
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